missing from my deck of cards
was Strength and her ancient fingers
thick inside a lion's mane
her love purrs with power.

it fell onto my head
that's how i noticed.
from a book of dreams
and patience
from a book of secrets
making me seem so sick
from a book of wisdom
my mystical antidote.
and i don't mean to dote
i really don't mean to dote
but
anytime i open to ( Read more... )

with a fist of rosemary and her gaping wounds ( Read more... )

I'm a little confused about arriving here. But it feels a little, in that hazy dream type of sense, like standing on the peak of a mountain.  And the fog is thick, be sure.  And I can't see the land all around it that makes this height so monstrous.  But like a dream I have seen the mountain top.  And though I have not seen the valley, I am not ( Read more... )

I am full of love, please don't mistake me. it's unfair all this weight that crushes.  I'm like a flower full of water growing tall every summer- but winter cold comes, and the frost bites so deep, and how might i resist the breath of death that sweeps so stealthily?  should I be stronger? but what exercise might render me greater than my body, ( Read more... )

stress sits like a globe in my stomach, nausea the atlas that holds this body up. she cut the tips of the onions off, you never cut the tips off. she cut the potatoes wrong, he tells her but tells her forget about it. that sound in his voice, that paternal father knows best creeps on me like tiny bugs, the hair on my arms stands sharp and ready, my ( Read more... )

the box of books next to my bed ( Read more... )

blue light, twilight through the bathroom window the neighbors dwelling stands like a private, warm, wholesome cottage pretending in my imagination to be somewhere in France everything around it erased by the swirling, blizzard thick snow and inside next to the radiating hearth my heart curls up by the red fire, tucked in a robe strolling through a ( Read more... )

we pulled an old lamp off the curb in brooklyn seventeenth street and it's been just under one month. the rocking chair in here is warped on the left side and it squeaks, so i rock with the rhythm of the music to disguise the razor edge of sound, like nails scratching against blackboard, sounds more like an instument when enmeshed in beauty, ( Read more... )

a babys' cry emanates from the courtyard ( Read more... )

what is this, this listlessness

this abandon of my hearts deepest

treasure?

walking through an emptied apartment

books piled in make-do boxes

clothes spewed out from their drawers

yarn, guitar picks, and pennies

floating around as in

the bottom of an old purse, this house

has been

through much

though it’s all really a metaphor

my body, the truest subject

my ( Read more... )